We stared at the bin of toys, completely mesmerized with the variety of toys and the memories many of them invoked. It was a shame that so many toys would be thrown in the trash when there are probably thousands of children who would love them like they were brand new. It would take more than just my dream or desire to share these things to make sure the toys got to the right kids, where they could be enjoyed, even though they weren’t brand new.
I have this “thing” that all of a sudden words just randomly come to my mind.
The other day I woke up and just said: doppelganger
I can hear myself saying: diabetic ketoacidosis even when the commercials are not on for medications.
Sometimes it will be a random name…
I also have a “problem” that I don’t necessarily hear what people are saying and I am the first to tell them what it is I actually heard. Usually what I hear has absolutely nothing with whatever the person is saying.
Does anyone else do this? Is there a name for it (besides crazy)?
Anyhow, I thought I would share because sometimes I would like to share my thoughts so it would make more sense where the stuff comes from!
Veva knew the dance would be postponed but she still wanted to buy a pretty dress. She went to the special dress shop at the mall and fell in love with the gown in the window. It was iridescent and had flower petalsswirled around the bodice. Her mood suddenly lifted; she felt spirited and had more inspiration to pull her grades up so she could go to the dance without worrying.
Dreading the thought about the work she needed to complete for class, she turned her focus to the boy who wanted to accompany her to the dance. He came from an affluent family. His father’s family was indigenous to the area, giving her a dose of history when she spent time with them.
On the other hand, his mother was native American and came from the west coast. When she was growing up the mighty hummingbird signified virtue and peace.
(of a subject or knowledge) little known; abstruse.
Milly walked through the aisles. She couldn’t find anything that piqued her interest. The teacher had given explicit instructions to find a topic that was something that would have enough information to write a report on. So many of the teen issues she was considering had recondite information and she could probably only write a paragraph about each topic.
She held out her hands. The skin leading up to her elbows was dry and there was a scar on her left arm. The gel that she spread on her arm had a bite to it, a sting she would have called it. She was no longer able to bend her arm after the accident and the weakness in her hand made her spill things. Her mother had bought her that frilly pair of gloves to help her hide her imperfections but with each passing day it seemed the list of problems grew. She had tried to call her dad but with all the COVID lockdowns she was no longer able to keep tabs on his whereabouts.
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What musical group from the 1960s was known as “The Fab Four”?
What was the “British Invasion” in the 1960s?
What is Stephen King’s book, The Stand about?
What was the TV show, Breaking Bad about?
Exactly who was Kilroy?
What musical instrument is Phil Collins best known for playing?
According to Genesis 1, what happened on the seventh day?
What happened at the O.K. Corral?
According to Greek mythology, what was needed to cross the river Styx?
Deep in the forest away from the light there was a small door for someone so slight. It led to a world that no one did know but one where the fairy always wanted to go. She flew to the door and peeked right inside If she saw something scary she wanted to hide. But the world that she saw when she looked in the door was a beautiful world That she wanted much more. So there she did go with a flip of her wings and now she is happy; hear the tune that she sings.
It wouldn’t be much longer. I could see the golden sun coming up over my Oasis. I would have trees to shelter me as the sun rises into the sky; I will keep my mind focused on its position, so I know where I am heading.
I wonder if the world at the end of this road will be as bright as it appears now. I need the bright light. I need hope. I need to know what my future holds.
I will keep my faith alive and know with all my heart that my Oasis lies ahead of me.